Blue lips, Blue veins.
They studied each other later. Checked to see what had changed.
The Bomb cradled his face in her hands, tilting it from side to side, marveling at his crows feet and frown lines. She touched the scar that crossed from the bridge of his nose to his cheek gently.
“Where did you get this?”
Red looked tired.
“I met a man named Jet, and he cut me while I wasn’t ready. I’ll go into it more later, but you should know now that he’s batshit crazy and I’m pretty sure he’ll be coming after me eventually.”
The Bomb looked wary. “You always find trouble.”
Red gripped her thighs. The Bomb was softer. Maybe 20 pounds heavier. It surprised him that he liked it. She wore it well. He poked at her and she squeaked and tried to cover up.
“No. No. It looks good. You look good.” Red protested “Seriously, Sarah. I’m just glad to have you back. You could be missing your arms and legs and I swear I wouldn’t care.”
“Oh, very flattering.”
Red just leaned his forehead against her shoulder.